year of the rabbit


As it is the year of the rabbit, and I myself am a rabbit, and my sister keeps sending me rabbits, I thought I’d put some of my favourites in here.

This one reminds me of London and the soggy autumn walks through Dalston, Kilburn and Camden, meeting friends or rushing home afterwards.

I don’t miss the weather, but I miss the golden friends at the other end of those walks; or the cup’a tea after reaching home.

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